CashMoneyAP - OG Gas lyrics

[Intro] What do you mean? Real motherf**ing gas what I'm sellin' I count out nothing but blue Benjamins Longway, longway, blew out my ears, sound engineer OG! [Hook] Real gas weed, On the Menu, what I'm selling Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping (x2) OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas Real weed what I'm selling OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas OG Gas What you smelling [Verse 1] Whole lot of mother f**in' bad what I'm selling Got the street going crazy off the OG High Performance Contraband, 3, 4, skirts(skirt skirt) in the morning Sipping on lean, y'all n***as still yawning Gotcha boy, cashing out, nothing but Blue Hundreds Givenchy Skinny Jean, Trap boy Garment Bricks of that Billie Jean, come make a hundred Trap or Die, n***a, Mother f** your honor Car smelling like a pound of Marijuana Stingray Guiseppe, Mixed with iguana Looking like a Young Rich n***a do numbers Still got fifty bricks stashed in my bumper Grind Baby Williams, b**h I'm a stoner Piped up, might see your b**h to move corners.(?) I make all those b**hes and send up back home Leasing your b**h, that just for dome Can't smoke on my weed, roll your own Million Dollar Gas Spot in the trenches We trappin' right next to the dome Name a bud I ain't sold, Wrap the Audi all gold Turn up on all of you ho's.. Good Gas, got it going for the low (Low-Low) [Hook] [Verse 2] Real weed what I'm selling, trapping with nothing but felons Thug Life, Makaveli, 6-0 Crip tatted across my belly Slangin' Famous Amos, Cookies from the Bay Hunnid-band hangin' out my pocket Longway Mail-man truck, coming down the One-way 4,5, boxes droppin' off with one skirt Gas Bags, gotta Bentley em out like a vert Playing with my money, your face on a shirt Young n***as coming like Sosa, Sosa Sitting on the sofa while I'm running through a milli Rent man callin' saying he smell through the vents.(Don't Care.) 3 Gram doobie I'm choking yo' b**h Tokyo Diamonds on the Rollie so sick Hammer-time when I'm in the kitchen whippin' bricks Gas, Marijuana, neighbors smell it Who gives a sh** call 12 Habitat Housing we turn in the trenches I told that b**h, I been breakin' bands on benches OG is what I intentionally scribble, been f**ing up bands on bales Cavalli my body, I bet they remember me MCin' Moneyband, Mason Margiela ! [Hook] [Outro]